birds of the same feather...

drink waaaaay too much soda, laugh too hard, and don't go to bed till almost 4 in the morning, and not because we were on the strip in vegas...but because we were having too much fun with fabric.
more pics to come

i'm off to vegas baby

for some nicer, warmer weather and to visit this cute little gal to have a girl's weekend. we're going to paint the town red (well the fabric stores and second hand stores) and she even promised me she would take me to TARGET. because i'm pretty sure that is what heaven is going to look like...a target store.

pillows sold...thank you (but there's more over there and i'm making more stuff for next week)more stuff has been added to my store...go check it out. i've been busy and i'm working on more stuff so more to come next week on that.

have a great weekend

see you on monday.

"the easter bunny sucks!"

so we were on the road on easter sunday. i know not very religious of us. but the husband had to be back at work on monday morning and we had to see family on saturday soooo...you do the math.

as we were traveling the oldest boy yells up to the front:

hey isn't today easter sunday?

me: yeah (oh crap he's going to lecture me on why aren't we doing what Jesus would want us to do)

one of the boys in the back to the other one: ooooh yeeeeeeah! wonder what the easter bunny brought us!

me: grumbling swear word!

my wonderful husband coming to my rescue: uh guys the easter bunny's not coming this year...

all three boys start yelling at once:

WHAT? WHY? but WHY?!! THAT'S NOT RIGHT!

husband that came to my rescue: cause the easter bunny doesn't leave stuff for kids who aren't going to be home on easter. we're usually home and so he didn't want to leave stuff just in case. sorry guys.

all three boys: THE EASTER BUNNY SUCKS!

me: oh now hey guys lets not be so mean to the easter bunny. sh..he has a lot on his plates sometimes and this time of the year you can only imagine how stressed out he was....grumbling too low for them to hear thinking about the wedding and all the other stuff

oldest boy: santa clause wouldn't pull something like that.

husband that came to my rescue: nope, you are right santa clause wouldn't pull something like that. (snickering in the front seat)

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so guess what?

the easter bunny came a little late this year.

feeling real bad and all.

sh..he showed up on tuesday (after i came home from walmart and before the boys came home from school)

the boys are all okay with the easter bunny again.

and the easter bunny got some KILLER deals on half priced items for easter.

go figure.

oh martha and a mini make over

i have in my possession the book:
and i have come to two conclusions:
a) martha is in hoots with the devil himself or
b) she has an awesome eye for things and has a huge team that she single handed picked out to work out her ideas and have them come up with ideas of their own that are "martha worthy"...

ooooh this book is so good that i can't refrain much longer, i must go and buy one for myself. i could just sit and stare at this book for hours. which i did yesterday. the day was so pretty we (the pasty things i call my children and my pasty self) spent a few good hours outside enjoying the sun. i also got to leaf through this lovely....sigh....

i also did little makeover. i took this fake bush i bought with every intention of doing something with (like last year)...and brain stormed and came up with:prune the heck out of it.

and ended up with a little more spring come into summer decor.

i'm off to walmart for my weekly get everything i need for the week because it takes 45 minutes of driving through the mountains to get here trip...wish me luck.

we're back

and we're POOPED.

i would like to sleep for like three days

the wedding was wonderful.

california weather, oh how i've missed you.

it was great to see all our family.

i'm itching to finish this tutorial i got going...

more to come...soon

ps: mom liked the bag

edited: sorry it's been brought to my attention that i accidently hit no comments...oops